As above.
In times of stress, I turn to retail therapy and unfortunately I've gone a little overboard the last few days.
It all started yesterday when I decided I needed a new pair of pyjamas for winter. Fair enough, so I hopped onto the train during my lunch hour and went to Chatswood to peruse the Peter Alexander store.
Twenty minutes later I walked out of the store with a new pair of pjyama pants, a new tartan nightie (yes it is a nightie but looks like something you'd see in a Rogue Traders film clip) and a new pair of ugg boots.
As if that wasn't enough, I returned to the office and decided I urgently needed a new pair of Roberto Cavalli sunglasses which I should have by the end of the week.
Now I am desperately fighting off the urge to visit the Le Mien handbag sale in Rushcutters Bay.
Quelle horreur!
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And here I was thinking it was the rigours of your new job that were preventing you from posting your blogs more regularly....
rather it was that most female of afflictions, "retail therapy", also known as "splurgers delight", or, in more underground circles, "fuck I just spent the rent".
Go for it, it's a woman's perogative...
I suspect I use shopping as a substitute for sex.
My spending gets pathological when I'm not getting any.
It's the old 'substitute one addiction for another' conundrum.
It's only a small skip and a jump to menopause for me from here.
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